Encounter of Bliss
Encounter of Bliss
(a story-telling poem about a first sexual meeting)
Let's both recall the intimate discovery
of our first encounter, and the recovery
of those primal emotions, aroused by our action
to seek sexual heights of such satisfaction.
My arms glide round the contours of your waist,
your body so delicious that I long to taste:
the soft slender figure and belly so smooth,
your silky white neck and tongue ready to soothe.
Just over a handful, both firm and yet tender,
petite breasts reveal your womanly gender,
with nipples erect, and ripe for my kissing
and squeezing with passion that you had been missing.
Your trim figure is gorgeous, breathtakingly buff:
to describe your beauty, words aren't nearly enough.
I hold close your body so sexually built.
Great balls o'fire! -- I surely won't wilt!
My hands clasp your slim hips, velvety and round,
and move through spread legs to caress your shaved mound,
feeling pillowy labia and a little wet clit
that throbs with pure joy as my lips round it fit.
When I drink and suck on your sensuous pink nub
I feel your thighs quiver as my cheeks they rub.
Your ardor arises to the peak of a mountain
as I lick and taste all of your sweet Pussy's fountain.
But my tongue is not all that I offer to you:
You've dreamt of my Penis inside of you too:
your mouth wants to swallow my sperm-laden juice,
your lower lips long for my shaft's fullest use.
Just over a mouthful, my clean shaven cock
is smooth to the touch, but now hard as a rock,
My balls dangle vulnerably, grasped in your hands
that can crush, but gently fondle as mercy demands.
Now you kneel and open wide to accommodate
this torpedo poised eagerly to penetrate
your thin tunnel of love, so desirous to hold
the extent of my manhood, now erect and bold.
Shall I stay shallow, or shall I go deep?
Whichever I choose, I know I must keep
my proud upright organ of virility
buried in the cavern of fertility.
Our sexual response is a mind-boggling sight
as explosive orgasms bring ecstasy tonight.
Our lithe naked bodies intertwine in such pleasure,
we want even more, ever more of this treasure.
If only we can remain at twin peaks with no end,
our bodies might melt into each other, and send
us to our graves, still inflamed by the heat
that consumes our senses from our heads to our feet.
These most intense joys for which we live:
sex with no limits to each other we give!
So much we have to look back on then.
So much our hearts anticipate again.
You feared that your A-cups were not up to my measure,
and I doubted my A-rod could fill you with pleasure,
but our sizes were perfect: we fit together so fine,
my members in your body, and yours inside mine.
Experiencing the thrill makes us desirous for
the moment when we can relive it, and more!
Each caress, and each suckle, each deep thrust and kiss,
we'll remember from that sweet encounter of bliss